FLOWERING ROAD

 

Hanging, gliding - adrift

Dawn's buoyant thrust-

Pondering the motley turf

Straddling distant homesteads....

There you were; full buxom blossom-

 Lonely rose in a cactus patch

Exuding rare sensuous essence....

Eclipsing the collective allure

Of daisies and daffodils in the fold.

Writhing through this prickly maze

My pulse races as I dangle in space;

When at last your sweet essence

My tongue did taste......

I heaved and moaned and died a second-

Smothered by the heat of passion.

Then the wood pecker's earthy drills

Recharges my very soul.......

I feel my mercury rise

As your dew drenched petals

Beg for one more dance-

Before the rat race begins

Author: Hope Kalé Ewusi ©